Peri Gazozu

"Our conscience is drying up. Are you aware that the breasts where orphan children who lost their fathers early will lay their innocent heads have already collapsed? As the chest collapses, oppression remains above us. Our curved and tangled past has become the strings of our corrupt order. That's why the voices you hear are so heartfelt and so deep.

If you want, take a look at the will left to his sons by a Hittite king who ruled thousands of years ago in these ancient lands called Anatolia, where we can't fit in anymore and are in a mad fight: ' When I die, wash me properly, hold me on your chest and leave me in the ground.' This much." About the simplest and most magical issues of life, death and life, the difficult conversation between parents and children, growing up and getting old... Through the eyes of a loyal son. Especially on the extraordinary and extraordinary aspects of death and dealing with death... "From the eyes of a doctor who resists getting used to it." The shadow of Turkey's recent history at the end of its rope... With its heart in the palm of its hand, through the eyes of someone. From Ercan Kesal, pieces of life like photographs on the edge of the mirror, human stories in conversational mode.
(From the Promotional Bulletin)



Number of Pages: 180

Print Year: 2013


Language: Turkish
Publishing House : Iletisim Yayıncılık

Number of Pages: 180

First Printing Year: 2013

Language : Turkish